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Date Posted: 6/12/04 11:33pm
Author: Anonymous
Subject: Slipping

slipping...

slipping...

slipping into the simmering distance of a linear vision written in symbolism
I spin along to the whim of the wind, visiting inner prisoners with keys to give em
freedoms gift to thoughts locked within subconscious cages while day is livin
an evenings pardon from cynicism to twist limitlessly across a stage of fiction

his face was lifted clear of his skull, laying bare the bloody bones beneath
I stood by the coke machine not knowing what provoked this dream
next they stole his spleene, who? who knows? some hopeless fiend
but I kept a low profile so those that feed on him won't notice me

slipping...

slipping...

slipping deeper into an abysmal syst of cancerous conceptualization
desperate for a way to awaken from my frankenstienian creations
but the ever changing landscapes painted with tainted instrumentation
continue playing it's little games with bits of insane visualization

a miniscule, pale, asian girl hangs by her neck from a door frame
with the guts of a porn tape drapped over her bloody torn shape
the word Forni-Kate etched from her breasts to her warm place
just over puddles of cum that cover each inch of the floor space

slipping...

slipping...

slipping faster through these violent notions, mind open like violets n roses
fighting psychosis n trying to focus but this nightmare's sights're atrocious
must find a light in this blind beggars opus, before I sign for the postage
and send my eyes back to frightening ghosts, too late I'm crying an ocean

as lightning strikes brighten the frozen forms of five hundred humans
minds still entombed in bodies incapable of the slightest movement
each envisioning the images that I've just seen through them
as the newest victim of the infamous Gorgon Medusa

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